Watching
There was a loud bang, followed by the sound of something hitting the floor.
A young boy looked from his hiding spot. He dusted himself off and peeked around the trash can. Standing there was a man dressed in all black. The only color he could see was the green object the man held in his hand and the yellow stripe on his head. It was dark but the boy could see the man in the moonlight.
The boy jumped when the man looked at him. 'His eyes are pretty' the boy thought seeing a beautiful black. When he saw the man step towards him, he took a step back. Step forward. Step back. The steps towards him increased, and he stepped back till his body hit the brick wall behind him. Now the man was standing in front of him.
"Um… I-I didn't see a-a-anything," The boy said. He didn't want to die. Well actually dying didn't sound to bad. He's always been told he was useless and useless thing should disappear. He clenched his eyes shut while stuttering, "A-a-are you g-going to k-kill m-me?"
The man didn't say anything and pressed something cold to his head. He's felt this cold many times. A gun was pressed to his head. He clenched his hands into little balls and bit his lip, waiting for the loud bang. He heard something click but didn't open his eyes to check. He just waited.
Then there was shouting, and the cold feeling vanished. When the boy opened his eyes the man was gone. The shouting was getting louder. The boy took a few steps to his right and crawled behind some boxes.
"...Damn he got to him before us," someone said. The boy held his breath. He didn't want them to find him.
"When I find who did this I going to-!"
"To what? Get yourself killed? Kill the guy that dare to attack us?" The first voice said. "Only someone with talent can kill the boss. The kill was quick and there looks to be no struggle," There was a pause.
"A hitman did it," a new voice said.
"How do you-?" said the second voice.
"Someone placed bounty…."
The boy didn't listen to the rest, he just wanted the people to leave. That's when someone started shouting.
"So you're saying The Reborn killed him!"
Reborn. Was that the man's name? It sounded like a nice name. "Reborn…" The boy whispered very quietly. He liked how the name rolled off his tongue.